Chapter 957

Although Feng Sufei is unwell and in pain, she still has a lot of strength on her hands. She holds Nanrong Huai'an's neck very hard.

The Pro is also very hard.

In fact, it's not like a kiss, but a vent.

Nanrong Huai'an is really stiff and restrained.

Because the kiss was so sudden, he didn't even think about it.

But Nanrong Huai'an can also feel that this is really not a kiss.

As if she had just made a fuss, to express her displeasure.

But Nanrong Huai'an really doesn't know why she is not happy.

Nan Rong Huai'an sighed in his heart, then turned away from the guests, gently grasped Feng Sufei and said, "Sufei, this is the kiss."

With that, Nanrong Huai'an lowers her head and kisses Shangfeng Sufei again. She is gentle and gentle, with a soothing breath, and calms her mood and agitation a little.

Feng Sufi is really stunned, and his whole body is frozen, because a kiss seems to have been electrified.

She even had a blank brain and instinctively closed her eyes and immersed herself in the kiss.

Nanrong Huai'an looks at Feng Sufei. She is really a simple girl, as if she has never experienced anything.

Nan Rong Huai'an glanced at the reporter outside. After the car left, he gently let go of Feng Sufei and patted her on the back.

Feng Sufei's face turned red when she was back to her senses.

She didn't know why. A very delicate feeling rose in her heart.

She felt that her face was burning, and she could not even look at Nanrong Huai'an with her head down.

It's really cloudy.

Nanrong Huai'an looks down at Feng Sufei, looks down at her and doesn't speak, and doesn't know what she's thinking.

Feng Sufei really wants to find a hole to drill in.

The depression just now seems to be gone, and the tangled emotions are forgotten.

Just remember the kiss, the feeling.

Nanrong Huai'an reached out and touched Feng Sufei's hair gently. She felt that Feng Sufei looked so strong everywhere when she was at the party. But in some ways, she was really like a little girl.

"How are you?"

Feng Sufei is stunned. She just forgot that her body still hurts.

Is the charm of a kiss so great?

And I don't know why. Nanrong Huai'an touched her head. She also had a very strange feeling in her heart. Her heart seemed to stir up layers of ripples.

Feng Sufei shook his head and whispered, "I'm fine."

Nanrong Huai'an gently touched the cheek of Sufei, "Sufei, what are you thinking?"

Feng Sufei breathed hard. She couldn't say she was thinking about the kiss?

And it's her initiative, really. How does that kiss count as a kiss? It turns out that the real kiss is that kind of feeling.

The car is full of ambiguities.

The driver continued to drive with eyes, nose and heart.

The reporters outside the venue looked at the photos just taken and said: "Nanrong young master's feelings with fengsufei were really so good, just got on the bus, so good."

"So, those people who used to talk about Nanrong's feelings before were bored."

"This kiss is really beautiful..."

"Go back to report..."

……

When Feng Sufei was shy in the car, the car drove into a bridge at a corner, but suddenly there was a crack in front of him.

And the sound of fire.

Nanrong Huai'an takes the look of Sufei and says, "jump!"